(Header is a rainy day in Cinque Terra, Italia)
Here we are again, another week gone by, it seems like time is flying….I must be having fun. Well, I am better than I was three weeks ago, but can’t tell if I’m better than a week ago.
Weight for the week went from 122.6 lbs to 122.5 lbs, with a high yesterday of 123.5 lbs. So, down a pound from yesterday…I guess that’s because I started back into the Woodland Pedro League last night (some say it’s the oldest continuous Pedro league in California). I had dinner at home at 5 pm, then wasn’t able to eat the rest of the evening while at Pedro, and didn’t get home until 11 pm….very late night, and six hours without food!
So, I am not making much headway, if any, on the weight issue. And now I find, after a big meal like last night’s stuffed bell pepper dinner or today’s lunch of a chipotle bean burger on an English muffin, that I get a major pain on my right side somewhere around the bottom of my rib cage. I guess my stomach is trying to stretch, or maybe something catastrophic is happening.
I won’t have the same problem about not eating at next week’s Pedro competition, as our team is playing at Kenny’s Bar and Grill, and we are having ribs, beans, salad, and french bread before the games begin. Also, this will give me the chance to talk to Kenny, who I just found out had the same operation as me a few months ago.
I’m keeping up on my PT (the walks have slipped a little bit), and feeling stronger, but still tired. It’s very easy to doze off in my chair.
We’re going to another Christmas party tomorrow night, so I’ll probably lose another pound….although this is a food-oriented party….a tamale production and following feast.
So that’s about it for this week’s rather mundane report. Maybe next week there will be more exciting news to share. In the meantime, I’ll try to spruce things up with a little poem I wrote a few years ago….
Perfectamundo
What a time it is.
What perfect timing it is.
Retired
Just ahead of the baby boomers
Before social security and medicare go bankrupt
Before the good pensions are done away with
Before all the world goes to hell.
Growing up in the 1950s
With Ozzie and Harriet, Jack Benny, and the Long Ranger
When moms didn’t work
And consumption didn’t consume us.
Walking to school
Playing outdoors all day on Saturday.
When it was time for dinner, Mom went to the door and yelled ‘Christopher’
And I came home.
High school and college before marijuana, cocaine,
And meth were rampant (all we did was drink).
Then was a perfect time to be young
And now, a perfect time to be….
Well, old, I suppose.
CG. I’m up to date on your Blogs so it must be time to weigh-in….not your kind of weight-in. All your discussion of food makes me want to weight-in myself. The results I don’t always want to know. But, be patent my friend and the pounds will return. I hope we can get to pound out a few more miles on the TRT sometime in the future….. I loved those trips with you and the other guys… and gals too. Say “HI” to the best caregiver ever for me.
A. J.
Hi Chris,
I think you’re spot on re-Perfectamundo. We were blessed to be born post depression, and raised post WWII. And now we are fading in to the sunset before the world becomes completely crazy. Perfect timing. (I think)
If it means anything, I’m dozing off in my chair, too! I can’t help you with the pain in your side, except I think our stomach is on the center left. In your case, however, who knows?
Time is definitely flying by, as this year has been a total blur for us. Here’s a toast to you and Carol!!! Have a much improved 2018.
Your friend,
Don
Mr G’s –
Glad to read that you’ continue on a general improving trend. The facts that you are resuming more of your normal activities (e.g., Pedro, exercise, parties) and apparently eating various yummy foods — albeit not in quantities that you would prefer –sound like big “pluses” to us. Keep it up! Happy Holidays to you and Mrs G’s and let’s count on 2018 being a great year for all!
Mr B’s